The thing is, when you do a story starter and just go with whatever pops in your head you have to go with it to the end- it’s fun but a little creepy at times- and I mean creepy in a good way. Today’s challenge: Fandango’s Story Starter #116
You should have seen the look on his face
when I dared him to turn around and take one look, just one quick look
at what was nailed to the wall behind him.
The thing behind him roared like a house on fire, it barked like a dog, it even bellowed
like a bull
but he was to afraid to turn around and look it in the eyes which were as green
as mold on a rotten piece of meat.
” Go on, take a peek, it can’t hurt you, it can’t even move. “
But he didn’t believe me, he just stood there like a corpse .
” If I do what you say, will you let me go? ” he asked the wall in front of him.
I counted to three, just to make it seem like I was considering his plea and I said ‘sure’.
He turned around and looked at the thing that was nailed on the wall behind him-
the cracked mirror in the broken silver frame, nailed to the wall.
The broken bones in his neck creaked as he turned his face away from me and back to
the wall in front of him
and then he roared like a house on fire, he barked like a dog, and bellowed like a
as my lodgers will surely do, in this house I no longer haunt alone.